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ellecdc · 21 days

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hello love! I just, like, devoured all your writings today and idk if your requests are open, but I really like seer!reader and I was wondering if I could request one with poly!marauders where reader is a slytherin and she has a vision of befriending them or being in a relationship with them?

I’d imagined she thinks it’s a silly vision at first but the more she sees the boys (as she’s friends with Regulus so is bound to run into them with him), the visions occur more and more until she finally has an official interaction with them and officially meets them.

Idk if that’s too complicated/confusing, if so, you don’t have to write it obviously 😅.

I love Seer reader!!! thanks for your request lovie <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x Seer Slytherin fem!reader who Sees a relationship with them

“Tell me again why I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch?” You protested as Regulus all but dragged you to the Great Hall and Barty skipped merrily-on ahead.

“Because I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.” He answered gruffly, strengthening his hold on your arm as you faltered in your steps.

“I don’t know, babes; have you ever considered just killing him? You wouldn’t have to reconnect with your estranged brother if he was dead.” Barty offered nonchalantly.

“For the last time, Barty, I am not killing my brother.”

“A decision we’re all suffering for, apparently.” You muttered petulantly as you entered the Great Hall; chatter and the sounds of cutlery and tableware permeating your senses.

“Don’t worry, Treasure. The faster we eat the faster we can get away.” Barty offered in consolation.

“I am not doing the heimlich on you again, Barty.” You groaned as you followed Regulus towards the wrong side of the Great Hall.

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” Regulus tried.

You and Barty both stopped to give him unimpressed glares.

“Lupin’s not that bad.” He corrected.

“Yeah, and then he ruins that by the company he keeps.” You grumble as you plopped yourself down unceremoniously at the Red and Gold table across from your three lunch dates for the day.

Listen, you were all for being a good friend, a supportive friend; you would die for Regulus Black.

You’re not sure that support extended to willingly eating lunch with Gryffindor’s.

But Regulus was determined to mend his relationship with his brother before Sirius graduated, Barty went just about anywhere Regulus went, and apparently you were single-handedly responsible for Regulus’ general sanity when it came to his brother and Barty.

“Hello Reggie!” Sirius called quickly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brother bit back slightly less brightly.

“I call him sugar tits but I don’t think that’s universal.” Barty offered as he started loading up his plate.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Junior.” James offered cautiously.

“I bet it is, Potter.”

Sirius sighed as if he’d been dealing with the likes of toddlers all morning and not 37 seconds of Barty Crouch Junior. “The polite thing to say would be ‘it’s nice to see you too, James’.”

Barty froze with his fork half way to his mouth as he furrowed his brows at Sirius. “No it wouldn’t; it’s not polite to lie, Black.”

“I brought another friend you can try to converse with.” Regulus spat hastily.

“Pretend I’m not here; that’s what I’m doing.” You sighed as you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Well, this is off to a good start.” Remus said with a smirk as he flipped a page in his book.

You did suppose Lupin was the least…abrasive of him and his boyfriends. You’d had a chance to get to know him last year during prefect rounds; and while you didn’t appreciate how much he let his fellow Marauders get away with, he was relatively nice. In fact, if he had been in any house other than Gryffindor, you may have given him a chance.

His boyfriend’s, though?

You’d rather take your chances with the Giant Squid than spend your lunch hour with them.

Were they attractive? Sure. You may be contemptuous, but you weren’t blind.

But they always seemed to be on; there was never a moment of silence with those two nearby, and you often found yourself bracing for impact whenever they were around.

“Looking as smashing as ever, L/N.” James said as he shot you a wink.

Case in point.

“If I threw a stick, you’d leave right?” You sneered and turned towards your sandwich.

“Nice!” Barty cheered at the same time as Remus muttered “easy kitten; play nice.”

You started to feel the familiar sensation of your consciousness being pulled elsewhere. It felt as though you were being submerged under cold water, and the neurons firing in your brain were being gently lifted and ushered towards a new reality.

“What’s wrong dollface?” Sirius asked you earnestly.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you tried to hide the trembling in your hands. “I just don’t feel very good.” You whispered, not trusting your voice to get through a sentence without sobbing.

“Oh, my poor girl. Come here sweets.” He repositioned himself from laying on his stomach to sitting cross legged and opening his arms in invitation.

You quickly accepted his offer and curled up in his lap as he wrapped protective arms around you and began to rock you back and forth.

“You’re okay, dolly. You’re just fine.” He murmured with his lips pressed to your hair line. “D’ya wanna stay here with me and the boys tonight?”

You let out a pathetically embarrassing keening sound as you nodded quickly.

“Okay baby; consider it done.”

You sucked in a horrified breath as your consciousness returned and you were once again assaulted by the noises of the Great Hall.

Regulus quickly caught the glass of pumpkin juice you’d just nearly toppled and was holding your wrist tightly in his hand.

You thanked the deities for his seeker reflexes and that he seemed to already know what had happened; this was a relatively routine practice between the two of you this far along in your friendship.

“You’re okay.” He offered without even sparing you a glance as he took a napkin with his free hand to clean up what little you’d spilled.

He kept your wrist in his grip; tracking your pulse as he waited for your heart rate to slow down.

“Was it a good one!?” Barty asked excitedly, alerting you to the fact that it wasn’t just you and Regulus sitting here.

You looked up horrified to see Remus, James, and Sirius all looking at you with various levels of concerns.

“Was what a good one?” Sirius asked bemusedly.

Barty scoffed derisively. “She’s a Seer, Black. Fuck, you’re thick.”

“Barty.” Regulus scolded as he turned to offer you his full attention.

“Are you really?” James asked at the same time as Regulus asked “what did you See?”

“I have to go.” You muttered breathlessly as you grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

“No fair! Why does she get to leave and I don’t!?” You heard Barty whine as you pushed through the doors to the courtyard.

You were going insane, surely. This was just a bout of madness. You needed psychological help, like one of those muggle mind healers. You could not seriously be having Sights of you dating the Marauders.

“Hey L/N!”

“Fucking hells!” You shrieked as you spun to see Remus and James approaching you, the latter having been the one to call your name.

James still had his ever present smile on his face whilst Remus approached you with slightly more caution.

“Not happy to see us?” Remus asked with a soft smirk across his face.

“I…well,”

Apparently your bumbling was particularly telling to your current mental state, if their furrowed brows and nervous glances to each other were anything to go by.

“No funny quip for us today? You’re not going to tell me that I look like something you could draw with your left hand?” James taunted.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter.” You said with half the amount of derision you’d intended.

“Why? You wanna watch him?” Remus asked.

Okay, everything you ever said about Remus being not as bad as his boyfriends?

Lies.

“For Salazar’s sake, L/N; you sure know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Avery sneered from behind you.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, fuck face.” You barked back.

Avery only scoffed in response.

“Hanging out with Baby Black and his crazy pet that follows him around wasn’t enough; you had to sully yourself with the likes of Gryffindor’s?” Mulciber continued for him.

“You know, I’d be mad too if I looked like someone who has fallen for every MLM scam known to mankind.” James spat; his face taking on a severity you’d never seen from the notoriously sunny-dispositioned boy.

You wondered what else you hadn’t seen from him.

You made a rather hasty and embarrassing retreat after that gave you some…inappropriate thoughts.

You’d been plagued with more Sights since then, having been avoiding them after more images of them fussing and fawning over you (and - perhaps more horrifyingly - you over them), and then out-and-out hiding from them after a particularly… steamy Sight you had.

“You cannot hide in the Slytherin common room forever, Treasure.” Barty sighed as he plopped down beside you on the couch and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because Regulus gave them the password to the common room.”

“He what!?” You shrieked as the door opened and in spilled three Gryffindors and one Slytherin.

“There you are, angel!” James cheered as he quickly made his way towards you.

Already with the pet names!?

“Did you really think you could hide from us, dollface?” Sirius winked as he and James took the settee across from you (causing a few younger year Slytherin’s to quickly vacate the area).

“Regulus, how could you?” You seethed at your now ex-friend.

“I’m tired of Barty bailing on me to hide out here with you. Also, I’m not a house elf and will no longer be bringing you your meals.”

You pouted at him before a surprised yelp left your lips as you were lifted up from your seat.

Remus took your place on the sofa and placed you in the space between his thighs.

“Lupin! What are you doing!?”

“Making your dreams come true, gorgeous.” Sirius answered for you.

“They’re not dreams, you absolute mumpsimus. They’re visions of the future.” Barty sneered.

“Even better then.” James continued as he now pulled a scowling Sirius into his side. “We’re starting our future together.”

“You told them!?” You asked Regulus disbelievingly.

“Well you weren’t going to.”

“That was the point!”

“Easy there, dove.” Remus whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to rack through you as your body traitorously melted further into Remus’ embrace.

The only way out of this was clearly going to be the death of you (via Remus’ smoothness, James’ loveliness, and Sirius’ boldness), their murders (at your hands), or stupidly drunk in love.

You weren’t sure which option was worse.

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allyeardepression · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic | march 13 glare | words: 473

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!" He could hear Sirius shouting from behind a closed door. After six years with this drama queen in one room, James got used to it. His best friend probably found out about Lily and Pandora and wants to make it look like a groundbreaking discovery.

As soon as the door to their dormitory opened, James set up a little straighter on his bed. "Hello, my favourite star," he said cheerfully.

The glare Sirius gave him caught him off guard. "Oh, am I now?" the shorter boy growled lowly. Behind him, James could see Remus and Peter looking like they were going to die from holding back their laughter.

"I'm confused. What's going on?" He adjusted his glasses nervously. He had an idea what it might be about, but he begged whoever was listening that it wasn't that.

In two fast strides, Sirius stood at the foot of his bed, grabbing the bedposts as if to break them. "Am I your favourite star?" the black-haired boy asked angrily. The two others gave in and started laughing hysterically from the door. Sirius didn't even give them a glance.

"Yes?" James answered, almost certain what was it about.

His best friend leaned towards him and, through gritted teeth, said, "I thought it would be my baby brother since you're apparently fucking him," which made James' eyes widen and his skin lose all its golden colour.

Oh, fuck.

They were very careful. How did he find out? And don't get them wrong, they were going to tell Sirius about their relationship; they really were, but they wanted to wait until Christmas to do it in the safety of their home.

"How- Who-?"

"Remus. Now, I'll give you a head start," Sirius said, and he immediately started counting from five. James ran out of the dormitory and across the common room as fast as he could. In a matter of seconds, he was in the corridor, sprinting to the nearest secret passage. He could hear the other boy close behind him, screaming something about incest and James being a brotherfucker.

Meanwhile, in their dormitory, none other than Regulus Black came out of the closet. He sat there for about an hour and a half, waiting to see what Remus had come up with in revenge for the latest prank he and James had pulled on him (yes, he was in on it now, but he did it out of love, so don't judge him). This idea was shit, honestly: James would simply be afraid to sleep in his own bed, and Regulus would face an irritating scolding from his brother. Nothing impressive.

When he dusted off his jumper and his boyfriend's roommates finally noticed him, their jaws went slack.

"Well," Remus started, after a minute of just looking at Regulus, "that would explain the reaction."

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #hogwarts au

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ma1dita · 8 months

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it will pass

part two can be found here -> without a doubt

words: little under 2k

summary: Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

warnings: none! fem!reader; i would die for best friend!james, did not demonize lily; angst, unrequited love, lil childhood speech impediment, cheesy nicknames, sharing clothes, will they wont they (they wont im sorry)

a/n: guess who just rewatched fleabag szn 2! i chose pain today sorry— god i missed writing. i am a words of affirmation gorl pls affirm me

(posted 9/8/23)

—

There isn’t a single doubt that James Potter loves you.

You’ve been attached at the hip since training broomsticks and pinky swears in Godric’s Hollow. You accidentally call a boy ‘Jam’ once because of your childhood speech apraxia, and he swears you’re meant to be his best friend.

“Don’t worry, I can be loud enough for the both of us, peanut!”

Like peanut butter and jelly, you two were a perfect match– and even better partners in crime. When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So even if you were honestly unable to string the words together, who were you to say no?

Technically it’s somewhat official too, by whatever imaginary power was bestowed upon the Potter’s house elf for your very elaborate backyard fantasy wedding the two of you had when you were seven. All of your parents were in attendance, along with your cat and you all had blueberry cupcakes after your first and only kiss.

“Miss Mippy pronounces you huzbind and wife!”

Giggles are heard all around as the tiny elf tripped on her way off the stool, knocking both your heads together. James lost a front tooth that day, but he grinned for the pictures your mothers took anyway. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

There wasn’t anyone at Hogwarts who would expect one of you to be present without the other following behind. You never had to hold back your smart mouth because James was always willing to finish your fights. The both of you were a package deal, with your number of protectors growing once Remus, Sirius, and Peter came along. It was not a routine you both consciously established, but rather second nature to be in each other’s lives. Like how you always made sure his glasses were clean before quidditch matches and he’d chuck his extra jersey at your face for you to wear.

“Stay warm during the game okay? I’ll see you later, love you!”

He skated around your waist, blowing a raspberry onto your cheek as he grabbed his glasses from your fingers.

“Don’t fall off your broom. Love you too, loser.” You’re already tugging his jersey over your head, inhaling his signature scent of broom polish, cinnamon, and Sleakeasy’s hair potion.

James smiled at you softly, before running to meet up with his team. After Gryffindor won again, he threw you over his shoulder and you laughed and yelled that he smelled like sweat. He always tucked you in his bed after parties, wrapping you in his arms once the lights go out. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

Your friendship is stronger than most romantic relationships, and as your teenage years fly by, both of you realize how rare that is. He often took you to the kitchens to eat vanilla sundaes after boys broke your heart (and they got black eyes to match, courtesy of him and the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team) and you would listen to him, building him up and calming him down through years of pining over a certain Lily Evans. You were there for each other through everything, silly crushes, secret trysts, boring detentions, and highly esteemed accolades. If there ever were such a thing as soulmates, you knew it had to be him, even if it was platonic. Just being around someone as vibrant as James made you consider yourself lucky.

You once saw your best friend with his head in his hands on your way to a date—he was moping after a nasty prank on Snape went wrong; it ended in Lily crying and after defending her albeit quite boisterously in true James fashion, he still didn’t get the girl.

He gets up to see you walking down the corridor to meet him halfway, and before you even speak he rubs his eyes, posture shrinking as his towering frame melts into your embrace.

“Don’t know why I thought it’d be different this time,” he mumbles, and you gladly carry the weight of his heart.

“Let’s go swimming in the Black Lake, ” you say suddenly, rubbing his broad back in small circles.

“But peanut, you have a date in an hour! You’re all dolled up and pretty...”

“I’ll have more dates. You need me right now, jelly. I’ve got you.” His nickname makes you blush a little more than you should sometimes, so you only ever pull it out as a trick up your sleeve to make him feel better.

“Love you,” you whisper, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He breathes easily for the first time in hours, mouth curling up from its frown when he sees you walk straight into the lake water with your nicest clothes on, not even hesitating for a moment. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So years later, when your best friend asks you if you could go wedding ring shopping with him to propose to the love of his life, who were you to decline? I mean, who else would go with him?

“Come on, (Y/N). I need my best girl with me to make the biggest decision of my life.” he’s practically moaning, the man ever so dramatic as he’s sprawled across your couch.

“And why aren’t you dragging Sirius with you again?”

Your eyebrow is raised as you stand at his feet, lifting his burly legs for you to place yourself under and get comfortable.

“What does Sirius know about women? He’d tell me to get the shiniest one and leave!” James’ yells into your throw pillow, anguished at the thought. You pull it off his face, before he quietly admits, “I just want to get it right.”

“When are we going?” you answer, without missing a beat.

Later that week, the saleslady recommends a wide array of glimmering engagement bands, none of which are for you. But you let yourself fall into the fantasy of the what-ifs, flashing back to your flower crown and candy ring wedding, wondering if it could’ve been you getting proposed to by him in another life.

“Would you like to try a few on?” the saleslady asks, assuming you two are together.

“Show me and my girl your best. No price limit.” he grins.

And how dare she assume that, as he puts his head on your shoulder, whisking you around the store to look at stunning rings, fingers brushing, and the both of you being able to communicate clearly with no words spoken. James plays along with the saleslady, finally choosing a whimsical-looking diamond setting placed upon your left ring finger. You remind yourself it’s not yours. Your heart comes to a screeching halt and you can’t help but feel all of a sudden like he’s being mean.

After all, he’s not yours, not really.

There is a little bit of doubt now and a weird tightness in your chest that makes you think of the possibility that you’re in love with James Potter.

—

Like a good best friend, you help him plan his proposal. James’ love is loud, pulling all the stops, and preferring the grandest of gestures.

“James, you are not proposing to Lily with a flash mob.”

“But it would be so cool! After all, my heart dances every time I see her face.” he wiggles his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his butterbeer.

“Your heart might, but you, unfortunately, are the worst dancer I’ve ever seen.” You laugh, reaching over to tug the quill out of his hand, crossing it off his list. He pulls you into a headlock, kissing the side of your face teasingly.

“What would I ever do without you, peanut?”

You wipe James’ spit off your cheek, pushing his face away, blushing from his attention.

“Combust, probably.”

Your heart is dancing now too, and you realize that there isn’t a single doubt that you’re in love with your best friend.

—

You keep yourself busy in the month before his proposal. It hurt learning too many details, such as what flowers he wanted to order to bring out her eyes (pink and yellow tulips), and scouting out the perfect location on the beach he picked (next to the lighthouse you and him visited as kids), even down to how he’d convince Lily to wear white without being suspicious (honestly he just expected you to do him a favor for this one). But after seeing each other almost every day for more than half your life, he knew something was off when you became distant.

James shows up at your apartment, his key in hand, but he decides to knock anyway. The sound of the TV is muffled, lowering in volume until he hears your footsteps pad over to the door and it swings open. You’re in one of his old Quidditch sweaters and fluffy blue socks.

“Hey. Wasn’t expecting you to come by.” You smile timidly, as he leans against the doorframe peering down at you.

“Never used to have to tell you.”

“James...” you stutter, before awkwardly opening the door completely. He shuffles towards the couch, keeping his shoes on as he sits at the end, and there’s a certain tension in the air that frightens you. You’re not sure if you’ll come out of this one unscathed.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What’s been going on with you? You don’t answer my calls, you don’t write back, hell, I haven’t seen you in a month because you started deadbolting your door. Did I do something?”

Yes, James Potter. Ever so blunt and to the point, your favorite person in the world is sitting on your couch uncomfortable with the fact that you’re not comfortable around him anymore.

You fight back against your instincts to tell him what’s wrong, but the three words escape your mouth before you can even take a breath.

“I love you.”

It’s silent. The floor creaks as you shift your weight onto your other leg. You lock eyes with him for the first time that night, and so many things are going through your head that you hope he’s able to pick up on how you’ve been physically aching, carrying the weight of his love for Lily for years.

James looks like he’s about to shake his head, and you beat him to it. You don’t want pity, and he knows that, but he mutters a consolation into the air.

“It’ll pass.”

No, it won’t. Not this.

You think he knows that too. He smiles sadly, watching you turn shrinking into yourself. You never were good at thinking before you spoke. A tear drips down your cheek as you look at your socks again. Your love for him is too big and too loud for your chest cavity to handle. This love feels like dramatic choral music clashing and banging around in your ribs.

“I’m—”

“Don’t apologize. This one’s on me,” you say, stopping him before he finishes speaking.

Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

“What I was going to say...is that I’m going to have to ask you not to show up to the engagement party. It’ll be better for the both of us. We can start again from there if you want... Peanut...”

The term of endearment hangs in the air. Your dancing heart was a ticking time bomb after all. The fragments hit your insides, tearing you apart as it combusts, and you realize that nothing will be the same after this.

James stands abruptly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hesitates before he kisses your temple, and for some reason, this feels like a goodbye. After all, when James sets his mind on something, he sees it through. He’s been set on Lily for years.

You’re his best friend, he swears. And there are no words you can think of to deny that.

—

The End

“I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know what

we are— and I know what we’re not.”

Lang Leav

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fourmoony · 9 months

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fizz pop lolly - James Potter x Fem!Reader

smut, barely any plot. p in v. unprotected sex. language. james is a bit of a perv.

18+ work, minors DNI.

not proof read. 2k words.

...

It’s pervy.

James knows it’s pervy, but he can’t stop himself. You’re not even aware he’s ogling you, gone in your own world that he imagines has fairies, rainbows and butterflies floating around in that pretty little head of yours. He’s sure if anyone caught sight of him staring, they’d catch on immediately, know just how sick and twisted his mind really is because his eyes are dead set on the hemline of your skirt, his mouth open awaiting flies. You’re resting your hands on the table on the far side of the library, supposedly reading a textbook for a source you need for your essay on Care of Magical Creatures, and the way you’re bent over ever so slightly has your skirt rising from its already high placement.

It's sick. It’s downright fucking twisted. You’re so sweet, so innocent, such a pretty soul – for fucks sakes you run study groups and tutor first years in your rare free time – and all James can think about is how he wants to walk up behind you, put his hand between your shoulder blades and push until you’re flat against the table, flat against his dick.

But.

But it would be criminal not to look, right? Not to enjoy the way you pop your hip to the left when your legs obviously get tired of having stood up for so long. He swears he can make out the bottom of your arse cheek and he about chokes on his own bloody saliva. Your legs look so smooth, like he could run his hands up and down them, listen to the quickening of your breath and feel nothing but silk. God, he’s deranged. Guilt swirls in his stomach with lust, a never-ending battle that he shouldn’t be staring – actually, he should probably go over and tell you he’s likely not the only one looking, for your own sake – but that he physically cannot bring himself to stop.

He can’t stop thinking about you, about how you’d feel wrapped around him, soft and pliant under him, the sounds you’d make. He’s hard as a rock, blood rushing from his head to his dick and he finds it’s getting easier and easier to keep looking, guilt free, with the lack of blood up there.

He’s both grateful and ready to raise hell when Sirius appears behind you, returning from his hunt for a book he’d needed for a prank, and blocks you from James’ view. Sirius takes a seat across from James and he groans inwardly. Sirius’ stupid head is blocking your perfect arse from James’ view and that won’t do.

“How can I see the book if you’re sitting over there?” James tries.

Sirius looks up, brows furrowed, “Uhm, you don’t need to? I’ll just tell you once I find the spell.”

“Yeah, but- Like, I need to- wouldn’t it be better if I checked it? Made sure it was the right spell?” James stutters like an absolute fool, and he wants to bang his fucking head into the desk.

Sirius catches on immediately. James wants to die as his best friend looks around, spotting you behind him. His head whips around at breakneck speed, his eyes wide with mischief. James jumps into action, trying to cover Sirius’ mouth before he makes an announcement that James Potter is a massive fucking pervert in front of the entirety of the Hogwarts Library. Sirius dodges, laughing maniacally, breathless and sputtering and James just panics and shoves the table as hard as he can into Sirius’ stomach and ribs.

He heaves a breath of air, winded, eyes wide and accusatory. Problem solved, James thinks, whilst Sirius is doubled over, head no longer blocking his view. Until he looks up, eyes searching, and finds you sauntering over, brows furrowed. Shit, he thinks, shit, shit, fucking shit.

“What are you two up to, now?” You ask, brow raised and a hint of a smile on your lips.

And oh god, your lips. So full, so soft, so pretty. James feels like he’s the one who’s had a table slammed into his ribs. Sirius still has his head on the desk, groaning and gasping for air. James couldn’t give two shits when you take the seat next to his, give him your full attention, cross one of your legs over the other and sit oh so bloody pretty. Godric, James would like to ruin you.

“Oh, nothing. Just studying.” James tries his best at casual.

You look at the table in front of you with amusement. There’s no study material. Just empty sweetie wrappers, a couple marbles and the one book Sirius needed for a prank. James flushes red. Fuck.

“Hm. Clearly.” You say, eyes twinkling.

You’re so beautiful, James thinks. So fucking pretty.

“Well,” You chirp when James literally can’t think of anything to say, “Next time Sirius is about to out you for staring at my arse, I’d go for a silencing charm over bodily harm.”

With that, you stand and turn, and James is pretty much face to face with said arse. You bend a little, pretending to fix your socks and James thinks he’s going to die. Literally. Die. Like, on the spot. You’re so sweet, so innocent – or so he thought. He’s in over his head. Truly. His brain simply short circuits. You leave, walking away, swinging your hips as you go and James is up and out of his seat, hot on your heels. You feel him at your back, smile to yourself. Sirius holds a finger up to James as he leaves, only to be thwarted on the back of the head by Madam Pince as she passes.

James follows you through the hallways, up staircases, until he realises, you’re headed for the seventh-floor corridor. It’s dark and abandoned and a well-known area for hooking up. His heart rate accelerates. If he’d have known you’d catch him staring and bring him here? He’d have felt less guilty about it and done it way more often.

You stop and turn to face him at the end of the corridor, swallowed by shadows but he can still see the bright shine to your eyes, the wideness of your smile. You’re waiting, playing games and James always wins.

“You were showing off on purpose?” He asks, crowding you against the wall.

You look up, bite your lip and fuck James is pretty much gone already. Your head tilts, hair sprawling over your shoulder, picture of innocence. James knows now that it’s a farse. And he’s determined to break the act, have you begging, pleading, destroyed for and by him. Your hands, dainty and a little cold, reach out for his forearms, pulling him slightly towards you. He smiles, a hint of knowing in his eyes that has your knees buckling.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Jamie.”

James tuts, towering over you. He presses his lips to the side of your neck, inhales your perfume and fuck he’s hard all over again, “You know fine well what you were doing to me.”

You hum, hands running up his arms to rest on his shoulders, sliding around to the nape of his neck and grabbing a fist of his hair. “Maybe.”

James smiles, nips the skin at the nape of your neck. He pushes his weight against you, you sigh in delight. His hands are everywhere, along your waist, the tops of your thighs, your tits. It’s not until he slides his hands up your skirt, desperate to feel the flesh of your arse that he realises you’re not wearing any underwear and he almost comes on sight. His breath is shuddering, mouth pressed against the skin of your neck and dear Godric, he thinks, how could he have ever assumed you were anything other than a dirty, filthy slut?

“I really wanted to take my time,” He huffs, pulling back until he’s centimetres from your lips, “But right now the only thing I can think about is ruining you.”

You nod, a huff of breath like it’s been punched out of your lungs at his words, “Please.”

With that, James kisses you. Hot and heavy and dirty and fuck he’s never been so glad to have been perving on you. You moan when he lifts you up, hands firm on the backs of your thighs, like you weigh nothing and keeps you propped up with his hips against the wall. It’s all consuming, having him everywhere, all around you. His smell, his sound, his tongue searching your mouth, his lips, his teeth, his hands, his dick, pressed so nice against your bare cunt.

He shifts, you squeal, head hitting against the brick wall.

His fingers trace you, teasing, only for a second, before he’s knuckle deep and you’re keening, bucking against him, fingers digging crescent moons into his shoulders. James swears he’s in heaven, the way he has you – desperate and soaking fucking wet. All because of him.

“James,” You moan, one hand cupping his neck and cheek, your hooded eyes are looking into his, “Need more. Need you. Please.”

James isn’t going to make you ask twice. Maybe when he has more time. Next time he’s going to take his time. Next time he’s going to be patient, watch you fall apart, make you beg. At least, he hopes there’ll be a next time. He thinks he might die if he never gets to see you like this again. Your head is thrown back, neck exposed, breaths coming in pants as he whips himself out of his trousers. He lines himself up, you keen, and he takes a deep breath before he slams up into you.

You practically scream, clenching around him, legs tightening around his waist. James swears he sees stars. You’re so warm, so tight, and you’re whimpering and bucking against him. He feels hot and heavy and he’s hitting spots you never imagined. The breath punches from your lungs when he sets a fast and hard pace, hands gripping at any skin he can find. He’s moaning into your skin, grunts and profanities and you’re sure that anyone who comes within a mile of the seventh-floor corridor will hear the sinful noises coming from the pair of you.

It’s hot and dizzying and your skin feels like it’s on fire with every thrust that he bullies into you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, so tight…” James is aware he’s just speaking his mind, unfiltered and uncaring. He has no shame, not when he’s slamming into you like it’s his sole purpose on this earth. Maybe it is, he thinks.

You groan, clenching around him, “Jamie, I’m so close.”

“I know, I know, let go, pretty girl.” He coos, reaching between you to rub at the swollen bundle of nerves that’s been crying out for attention.

You spasm, coming on the spot at the stimulation and his words. He’s two seconds behind you, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping him, but he can’t find it in him to care when you’re still whining and bucking against him. You’re both seeing stars, pressed together, still fully clothed, breathless, and floating down.

Realisation sets in, the silence of the corridor is deafening.

Until you laugh.

You giggle maniacally like he’s said the funniest thing in the world and James frowns in confusion. He lets you down, tucks himself back into his pants all whilst you’re still giggling. It’s not until you stop, breathless, and reach up to press a kiss to his lips that he smiles dumbly.

“Took you long enough, Potter.”

James’ head spins. You’re there, standing in front of him, two seconds after being completely ruined, whining, and bucking on him, innocent act completely gone. He’s so dopily happy at the way you’re smiling up at him.

“How long-“

“The time you were staring at me eating a fizz pop lolly.” You answer for him.

This time, James laughs. Six months. You’ve known for six months that he’s been innately obsessed with you.

“Fucks sakes.”

You giggle again and fall into his arms, he pulls you backwards, pliant in his arms as you laugh and stumble all the way along the hallway.

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crazyk-imagine · 2 months

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Part I: When We were Young

Pairing: Sirius Black x Wife!reader

Characters: Sirius Black, Wife!reader, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew

Briefly mentioned: Sybill Tawnley, Lily Evans, Harry Potter

Warnings: Flashbacks, angst, mentions of one's trauma, flashback to when the Potters died and Sirius was taken, reader's nickname is little bird, I might have made Peter more of a little shit and traitor, this is going to gut you the more you read, Sirius protecting everyone, reader scared of being alone, Sirius and reader are a power duo, this will make you all cry, the reader having special witch abilities

Word Count: 2,357

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You close your eyes, listening to the pitter patter on the roof, reminding you when you lost... everything.

You stop forcing yourself to close off your mind and let go, allowing everything you’ve been holding in, to be free.

He stares at you with a clenched jaw.

"Don't go," you plead with him. "Please, don't leave." You clutch onto his forearm.

He stares at you with furrowed brows, upset with himself for making his little bird cry. "I have to."

“Something is going to happen- has happened. I don’t want to lose you too.”

His hand brushes across your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “You’re not going to lose me,” the corner of his lips twitch. “I’ll be back before you know it.” A lie, he knows it well enough now (James told you two the same thing yesterday).

You don’t want to force him to stay if he doesn’t want to, but you can’t let him go, not when you’ve barely had him. “… please.”

“I have to do this.” The corner of his lips tugged upwards giving you more of a small smile. He nods, as a way to reassure you, silently promising to see each other soon, partially for you but mainly for himself. He turns around, his back facing you.

“You won’t make it back to me and- and Remus. We’ll be alone. We’ll be alone if you leave.”

He pauses, his shoulders tensing at your words.

Only your friends knew of the visions, it was too dangerous for anyone to know but you could always rely on them, they just never knew the extent to what you could see.

Another reason you keep away from Sybill, not wanting to put her in danger if she knew the extent of her powers.

“Do you know what happens?” He asks, over his shoulder, letting his hair cover you from the corner of his eye.

You shake your head. “I- I only know you don’t come back. Where you go after or what happens to you isn’t clear and I’m absolutely petrified that that means you’ve died or something much worse,” your voice trails off into a whisper as you tell him your fear. “Please don’t leave me alone. We never got to tell them-”

His shoulders begin to shake.

Your brows knit together, and you think he’s crying; belly aching laughter fills the room instead of gut-wrenching sobs.

He turns around, clutching his stomach, throwing his head back as he laughs as if you’ve told him the funniest thing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Of course, you don’t see me coming back. I’m probably going to die.” His laughter dies down a bit after actually saying it out loud.

Your face turns sour. “And you think that’s funny?!”

“A bit, yeah. Of course, I’m the one who dies. It’s only fitting after everything-” he’s cut off.

A small echo reverberates off the walls.

He places a hand on his cheek, rubbing the now sore spot. He turns to look at you.

“You think it’s funny to joke about something like this... you- you dying is funny!” You run your fingers angrily through your hair. “How- no, no-” Your hands fall past your face. Your shoulders are tense, and your fingers are spread apart in anger. You could never understand why he was acting this way. “Why would you think that?!”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

You scoff. “For one, don't joke about you dying because it absolutely terrifies me.”

“I’m sorry, little bird.”

You nod, unsure of what to say next. “We should come up with a plan, right?”

“For?”

“A way to make sure James and Lily are okay before we go in there unprepared and potentially die.”

“I’ll go check on them and make sure everything is okay while you stay here and wait for me to come back, yeah?”

You blink once, glaring at him soon after. “You must be out of your damn mind if you think I’m going to let you go there alone.”

“You're staying here where it’s safe.”

“No!” You roar.

“Just listen to me-”

“You want me to stay here while you go over there without any backup. I’m not letting you go there alone.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Like hell I can’t.”

He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You... are... staying... here. I don’t want to be distracted because I’m worried that when I turn around, you’ll be dead.”

“What about me!” You cry.

“You need to stay here.” He places his forehead on yours, enjoying the warmth and thinking of how happy you two were the day before; you close your eyes, thinking of his face when you finally agreed to go out with him and how ecstatic you both were.

You place your hands on top of his. “Please don’t go,” you plead once more.

He slowly moves towards you, hands resting on your cheeks. “I can’t wait for tomorrow and hear that my friends are dead when I knew I could have done something tonight.”

“Let me go with you. Don’t make me stay here alone,” your grip tightens, digging into his skin, clinging to him for as long as you can.

“I can do this.”

“What has James always told you?”

He understands what you’re implying. “It's best to have backup.”

“I can be your backup. We work well together. We can do this, we’re husband and wife now, we’ll look out for one another like we’ve always done.”

He shakes his head, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision. “I can’t let the woman I love come with me.”

“And I can’t let the man I love go into a death trap. I can’t bear nor stand the thought of not seeing you again. Please... don’t push me away and force me into staying here. Don’t make me live here… alone, without you.”

He swipes his thumb across your cheeks.

Your vision becomes cloudy due to the tears getting trapped in your lashes as more pool in your waterline. Your heart is heavy, as if on the verge of breaking, shocking it hasn’t already broke.

“I love you, that’s why I’m doing this for us.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He removes his hands from your cheeks and steps away.

“Sirius, please. Don’t go. Don’t go.” You sob, reaching for him. You wipe away your tears, but it becomes a complicated task as you continue to cry, and more tears are stuck in your lashes.

“I will come back to you, little bird.”

"Sirius! Don't leave. Don’t leave me. Please, don't go!" You’re right behind him, hand reaching out for him.

He tries not to tear up but fails, watching as you chase after him, reminding him of when you were children, but it was him doing the chasing… except for when he absolutely pissed you off.

He can’t leave.

You didn't know what went through his mind that night but, he was brought back to the last time he pissed you off, just before he asked you out.

A pleasant time for him because he knew that day and, in that moment, it was time he stopped being a chicken and ask you out.

“So, why are we running now?” Remus asks, barely breaking a sweat as he and Sirius pass by their other two friends (and members).

The other two glance at one another, the lighter haired boy shrugging his shoulders.

“Padfoot, where are you going?” James shouts, falling behind because he’s confused and has no idea why they’re running.

The mother hen of the group grabs the remaining member of their group, pulling him along as he protests along the way.

The boy with the longest hair out of the group, looks over his shoulder and smiles, catching the sight of your body turning the corner. “We’re running.”

“From?”

“Sirius Orion Black!” You shout.

“Run, Pads Run!” James calls out to him as he pulls Peter beside him, blocking you from getting him.

In his eyes, you looked so ethereal as you try and push past his brother, even more beautiful than Aphrodite herself.

He stops in front of you, remembering that day fondly, cupping your cheeks once more, pulling you closer, kissing you with everything he’s got.

Sirius continues to pull you closer towards him, needing to let you know he loves you one last time because you, you are his everything and being in a world without you is not a world to live in at all and he’ll be damned if he didn’t give you a proper goodbye.

You clutch onto him; afraid this is the end of your beginning even more so as your intimate kiss is powerful enough for you to see into his mind and see all of his memories revolving around you. You two part when you need to take a breath.

He can never keep his mouth shut. “Wow.”

You tilt your head, “what?”

“I mean I- I always knew you’d be good and maybe a little part of me expected you to be this amazing, because you always are and- wow.” He stares into your eyes, shifting from one to the other feeling as if he was losing more of his breath.

You smile. “Must you always be such a charmer.” Your face falls when you realize what’s happening. “You’re still leaving,” you sniffle.

He nods, “I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

You ignore him. “We can- we can come up with a plan and figure out how to stop he who shall not be named and protect everyone.”

“I-” He starts off, unable to take it anymore; he can’t hear you ramble on any further. “I’m doing this for the people I care for!”

“I can’t just let you go empty handed! You and I both know it’s always best to have someone by your side.” You grab his hand, clutching it knowing this is the last chance you have to keep him here, with you. “I want to be by your side for better or for worse.”

“And I want you to come with me. Merlin knows but I can’t stay in a world where we are afraid someone is going to come after us. I want you to stay where you’ll be safe. I’ll be back before you can say I’m gone. I always come back to you.”

“Why can’t you listen? Please don’t go,” you gasp, unable to hold in your sobs.

“I have to.”

“I’m scared.”

“So am I... but as long as I know that you’ll still be here by the time I come back, I’ll be okay.” He cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your cheek. “You are my hope.”

Your bottom lip quivers. “You’re mine too-”

“Then it’s done. You’ll see me tomorrow at the latest.”

You clench your jaw, more tears pooling in your waterline. “Fine.”

He nods. “Good. I will come back to you one way or another.”

“I know... I love you,” you whisper.

A smile tugs at his lips but he resists the urge to do so. “You couldn’t admit it before until I came to your rescue back at Hogwarts and now that I might die, you admit it again. Always a stubborn one, you were,” he jokes before the humor falls from his face.

“And I love you.” He makes his way towards the fireplace in your shared apartment.

You run towards him. “You know I don’t want you to go alone or at all. But please just- just- come back to me, Sirius.”

He nods, standing in place. “I know... this is something I have to do… for us. And you know I will. I always come back to you.” He winks then he’s gone.

Your lips twitch as your vision sways; the room spinning to the side making you wonder if your body moving the same way before collapsing onto your knees.

The pain in your limbs is there but you're too heartbroken to focus on the danger that's close to you as you plead with all your might to any god, wizard; whoever might be listening.

“Come back. Please come back.” You beg, banging your fists onto the floor. Too into your head, you’re unaware of who's that’s arrived.

“Heartbreaking, truly,” said the voice.

You froze, your entire body tensing at the voice (the voice of a traitor that is).

Then came the first time you thought you weren’t going to make it through the night.

"Have I interrupted your pity party?"

Your eyes widen as he steps closer, the moonlight being the only light illuminating his figure. "Peter?" You fully turn to see your so-called friend, standing for the opposing team; how could he have fallen so far and joined the side here to ruin lives.

Peter ignores your heated and confused gaze, opting to look at the picture behind you, remembering when you all were younger. His lips twitch before curling into a smirk full of hate at the memories of the way his friends treated him. "Do you know why I'm here?"

You don't say anything, still shocked the boy you all considered a friend nay a brother, is here to kill you.

"Still speechless?" He turns, the smirk turning into something more sinister, just for you.

"Not for you." You stare at the rat.

"She speaks."

You push yourself off the ground. "You won't win."

"I think you underestimate what they have in mind... for you."

“I won’t join you,” you sneer.

“I never said anything about you joining… little bird.”

“You don’t get to call me that!”

“Why?” He feigns a hurt expression. “Is it because only your precious husband can call you that?”

You're taken back, eyes widening. “How do you-”

“It was obvious, everyone knows.” He clicks his tongue, "so much for keeping it a surprise."

A fit of laughter follows Sirius as he’s taken away to Azkaban to fulfill his sentence.

You groan and roll over in bed, upset with the sun for peeking through the clouds, disturbing your slumber.

Continue to: Part II

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batwingsrosa · 1 month

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What is the definition of a hero?

Is a hero- per definition- not someone who acted in a courageous manner?

Is a hero not someone who supported the right cause no matter the personal cost?

Is a hero not someone who sacrifices their wellbeing and even their life for a better cause?

Is that not what a hero is?

Whether or not Severus was a good person or not is debatable.

Wether or not he is a hero is not.

He was constantly looking out for Harry and all of his other students to protect them from harm(, the Carrows for example).

He literally lied to Voldemorts face.

Knowing that if Voldemort ever found out about his betrayal he would torture and brutally kill him.

He actively spies on the most dangerous person on eath at the time to help bring about his downfall.

Under great personal risk.

He risked his life every time he saved Harry and lied to his face.

Severus, per definition is what you would call a hero under any other circumstances.

But because it‘s Severus suddenly normal rules don‘t apply.

Listen. I don‘t like James Potter.

I think he was a horrible person. Which is debatable, too.

He was a member of the order of the phoenix who actively worked against Voldemort.

He confronted Voldemort unarmed to save his wife and son.

He sacrificed himself.

That- in my eyes- makes him a hero.

I don‘t have to like him to admit that.

Would it really kill you to admit that what Snape did was heroic too?

Dumbledore: „How many men and women have you watched die?“

Snape:„Lately, only those whom i could not save.“

#severus snape #pro severus snape #always #harry potter #redemption arc #what is a hero #definition of a hero #hero #heroic deeds #Snape was a hero

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 5 months

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Can we imagine James and Lily actually practicing parenting while they were Head Boy and Head Girl at school? I like to imagine they were mother and father figures to the other students, especially the Gryffindors and most especially the first and second years.

Just imagine Lily being a authority figure but not that strict, allowing certain stuff now and then. And being ideal to give advice. I imagine younger girls telling Lily about their crushes because she is a good listener and a hopeful romantic. I imagine her being so good at comforting people when they are sad or crying. She really knows what to say to make them feel better. And even if Lily is having a bad day or she is stressed, she would always put an smile and try to help others.

She takes this job seriously. She is constantly finding ways to make the students more comfortable and have a better life at school. I mean these are all kids full of hormones that have no parents around. So they need guidance.

And James... James is absolutely the cool funny dad. He makes friends with a lot of younger students. They like to play pranks on him and viceversa. He allows mischief more than Lily and is definitely making sure everyone is having fun or at least smiling. I imagine him calling younger girls "darling", and younger boys "little mate" and rubbing their hair a lot. I imagine him lending his expensive Rugby equipment and his expensive video game consoles to other students around Gryffindor.

And his favorite students, are a group of second year boys who do mischief like pros, who he thinks can be the successors of the Marauders when they leave school. He is constantly helping them out and they consider him a hero. (The other Marauders help too).

He is constantly high-fiving everyone around, just filling the room with good mood. But when he needs to be serious or strict, and set some boundaries, he has no problem with that. Everyone listens when he speaks. He gives the best speeches. He is a natural leader and people follow him around.

And also, at first, all the students tease James and Lily as a potential good couple. They call them "Mr. and Mrs. Potter". Or straight up consider them their parents. And Lily is constantly blushing because she actually fancies James but is not ready to admit it. And James just beams and says: "I wish" with a wink. Which makes everyone ooh and cheer for them, which makes Lily blush even more. Until they start dating and it is pretty obvious for everyone. They are just the perfect couple.

And they are exact the same with Harry in the future. The best parents in the world. Harry is a lucky kid. (And they don't die in my universe, of course).

#James and Lily are our mum and dad and we know it #They are really good parents #Parent material since before they were actually parents #marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #muggleau #james potter #lily evans #jily #harry potter #james x lily

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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Library Dad

for @jegulus-microfic's prompt, library (491 words)

i'm gonna be honest, i don't like this one very much, but it's cute so i hope you enjoy

Every day, a man walks into the library where Regulus works. He wears dumb t-shirts that say “world’s hottest dad” and flashes blinding smiles at Regulus. His glasses are always slightly lopsided, as is his grin, and his hair is always messy.

Yet, he’s the most beautiful man Regulus has ever seen, he’s entrancing. Not that Regulus is interested in the man, he’s clearly taken. However, the daily visits to the library paired with the rarity of his checking out books begins to strike Regulus as odd after a while.

On this particular day, Regulus is feeling brave, and when the man flashes him a smile, he smiles back. This seems to throw the man completely off guard and he stops and stares for a second.

“Hi,” Regulus says, prompting him to walk over to the desk – he still seems stunned.

“Er, hi!” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting awkwardly. This man never struck him as shy and the sudden change in demeanour seems strange.

“I’m sorry if this is none of my business,” Regulus starts, “but I’m curious why you come here every day.” The man doesn’t seem to find this strange at all, he just smiles his beautiful smile right at Regulus.

“My son’s school is right around the corner. I drop him off every morning and come here before getting my coffee. It’s sort of a ritual I have,” he explains, leaning on the desk. Regulus is now painfully aware of how close together they are, and the opportunity he’s been given to stare into the kindest eyes he’s ever seen. “And um, well…” the man falters again, biting his lip, oh that’s hot, “I like to see you.” Regulus blinks in surprise.

“What?” he whispers.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says. Regulus’ brain short-circuits at those words. Nobody’s ever called him gorgeous, certainly not the prettiest man to ever step foot on this earth. “I was hoping maybe you’d want to come with me to get coffee?” Those kind eyes are wide and swimming with earnest hope. Regulus tries to collect himself before he speaks, this is maybe the last place he expected this conversation to go.

“So you aren’t married, then?” is what comes out, and Regulus internally hits himself. Great answer to a guy asking you out, Regulus. Luckily, the man doesn’t seem to mind the question. He laughs and waves it off. And oh, his laugh. If that were the only music he was allowed to listen to for the rest of his life, Regulus would die a happy man.

“No, no I’m not,” he says, grinning. He holds out a hand. “Hello, my name is James Potter, and I’d like to take you on a date.” Regulus finds the forwardness strangely endearing and he smiles as he says,

“Regulus Black, I’d love to go on a date with you.” And in his mind, he thinks Regulus Black, I’d follow you anywhere.

#my favorite part is the title tbh lol #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy #microfic #jegulus microfic #marauders #marauders era #marauders microfic #dead gay wizards #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #james x regulus #regulus x james

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 6 months

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Always There - Chapter Ten: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Happy Snape, sappy Snape, not proofread, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

I am starting a taglist so leave either a comment or something in my asks if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or just this series!

Author's Note: I am going through a bit of a writers block at the moment so please bare with me. If anyone has any ideas they can give me I will gladly take some to see if I can get over this writers block.

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1961

My asks are open for questions, suggestions and feedback!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

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Y/N was still anxiously waiting, the sun had set and it had gotten dark and still, none of the Hogwarts champions had emerged from the maze. Finally after what seemed like forever, Harry and Cedric had returned, landing in the middle of the arena for everyone to see. She knew something was wrong right away so she went rushing down to her nephew who was holding Cedric and not letting anyone touch him.

“Harry, my love, what happened?” She asked her nephew softly, knowing if she spoke in a different tone he’d probably freak out. Dumbledore hovering over her shoulder to listen in.

“He’s back, Voldemort is back! He killed Cedric!” Harry cried. Her heart stopped beating for a moment, she nearly collapsed at the news. “Cedric wanted me to take his body back, my parents were there helping me get away.”

With that, everything went black and her body slammed into the ground. Upon seeing this, Severus rushed over asking the headmaster what had happened and why Y/N had fainted. Once Albus told him the news, he nearly fainted himself, the gryffindor boy was merely a child yet he had to witness one of his classmates die right before him, he had to see his dead parents guide him into getting away from the dark lord. And Y/N had to listen to all of this happen to her nephew and there was nothing she was able to do, she wasn’t able to help her nephew and spare him from seeing such a sight.

Severus understood that life wasn’t fair, however, he felt as if the remaining Potters had a worse life than anyone. Y/N had to see her brother and sister-in-law dead as she retrieved her nephew who had been attacked himself, she had all of her friends ripped away from her in a day, she had a child sprung on her when she needed someone the most and she felt like she had nobody until Severus came along. Harry had to grow up without parents or even a parental unit, he was raised as a legend even though the child had no recollection of what had happened to him as a mere 1 year old, he was targeted in some way every year since he started at Hogwarts, no matter what Y/N and Severus had tried to do he was still targeted, a boy of mere 14 having to witness a classmate die right before him and watch as the dark lord rose once more.

Y/N was rushed off to the hospital wing, Severus following after her, Moody taking Harry to his office to calm him. Severus was anxious until Poppy had told him that Y/N was going to be okay, her body was just overwhelmed as her adrenaline dropped quicker than it should have. As he sat at her bedside, he began to wonder why Moody had taken Harry to his office and not the hospital wing. He shot up out of his chair, running to his store, grabbing veritaserum and running to Moody’s office. Albus was already there questioning Moody and knew that the potions master had grabbed the truth serum.

After Severus handed the serum over, he grabbed Harry in a protective manner and pulled him as far away from ‘Moody’ as he could.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Severus questioned the boy, concern laced in his voice and visible on his face.

“I have a cut on my arm,” Harry replied, his voice seeming distant. Severus performed the healing charm on the boy’s arm before pulling him into a protective embrace.

“I was so worried about you my boy, let’s go to the hospital wing, your aunt is there.” The two set off for the hospital wing, allowing Dumbledore and Minerva to deal with Barty Crouch Jr., as they approached, Madam Pomphrey immediately began fretting over the boy, insisting he go lay down on a bed and let her look him over. Harry was about to deny but with one look from his uncle, he backed down and followed the woman. She set him up on the bed next to his aunt, who was still unconscious.

“She should be waking soon, I was able to give her a calming draught a little while ago, it should be kicking in any minute,” Pomphrey told Severus, noticing the worried look on his face.

“Thank you, Poppy,” The man replied, sitting between the Potters and allowing the healer to do her work. As she was finishing her work up on Harry, Y/N began stirring in the bed to the left of him, making both their heads snap in her direction. Harry got out of bed and waited beside Severus, waiting for her to wake up. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with the only two faces she cared about at the moment, her nephew and her partner.

“Sevvy, Harry! Are you boys okay?” She woke up worried about the pair even though they were sitting right next to her, physically okay.

“We should be asking you that question, love. How are you feeling?” Severus retorted, more worried about her than anything else, Poppy had already cleared Harry telling him that he was physically okay and would only have some bruising for a few days.

“I’m tired, what happened? Did I pass out again?” Y/N asked.

“You did. You really need to stop passing out on me at the end of the school year, this is the second year in a row my love. You need to take better care of yourself,” He lectured.

“Harry, my love, are you okay? Come lay with me,” She brushed off Severus’ comment but took it into consideration seeing that he did have a point. It was the second year in a row where because she wasn’t taking care of herself she ended up passing out at the end of the last term. After suggesting to Harry to come lay with her, the boy did just that and laid beside his aunt who held him to her side tightly. She didn’t want to let go anytime soon and both of them knew that. They were her boys, no matter how old they were, they would always be her boys.

Severus excused himself to go talk to Albus, leaving the aunt and nephew alone in the hospital wing. It was here that Harry felt safe enough to tell her the events of the graveyard, who was there, where the cut had come from and seeing his parents for the first time since the Mirror of Erised. The pair talked about everything, Y/N trying her best to soothe her nephew's worries until they had fallen asleep. Harry being held protectively by his aunt and Y/N holding the boy who always had a special place in her heart, no matter what.

Harry continued to struggle and come to terms with witnessing Cedric’s death. He began to have nightmares every single night, repeating the events of the graveyard. It had gotten so bad that his aunt had taken to staying in his bedroom or he staying in her bedroom every night, so when a nightmare did happen, she was right beside him to help him come out of it. Severus had noticed the dark circles around their eyes, he had noticed that Y/N looked haunted and Harry had seemed dull. It was the first night Severus actually had the chance to stay with the Potter’s since the summer began, helping get the Order back up and running. The three of them having a good day together, Severus taking the pair out to lunch and then going to see a muggle movie after.

Once the trio had gotten back home, Harry put himself to bed, leaving Y/N and Severus up to finally have a chance to catch up. “Have you been sleeping?” Severus asked her bluntly.

“Of course I have, why do you ask?” She replied, confused as to why he asked the question.

“You just look so tired, like you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while.” And he had a point, she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while. She was already having a hard time sleeping once the triwizard tournament had started, it only continued to get worse.

“I’m fine, I promise, I took a sleeping draught the other night when I couldn’t sleep and you know how those affect me,” She lied to him.

“Don’t lie to me, I know you like the back of my own hand to just tell me what’s going on,” Severus pleaded. Before she could even say anything, Harry began screaming in his sleep.

“No! Don’t kill him!” Harry wailed as Y/N and Severus rushed up to his room. She was the first one in and went straight to his bedside where she gently woke him.

“Harry, you’re okay, you’re safe. It’s time to wake up my love. Wake up,” She repeated this mantra gently in his ear until the boy woke with a start. The second the boy’s eyes opened, he grabbed onto his aunt and cried into her shoulder. “It’s okay Harry, it’s okay.”

“He’s dead because of me. If Voldemort had just killed me, Cedric would still be alive,” Harry cried, his voice muffled by her shirt.

“Don’t you dare talk like that, Harry James Potter! You gave people hope in a time where the wizarding world was hopeless!” She scolded the boy.

“I wish I just died that night with my parents.”

“Please stop talking like that, you deserve the world Harry, you always have,” Y/N was on the verge of tears hearing this come from her nephew’s mouth. Severus touched her shoulder in a silent request to let him take over so she could calm herself down. She nodded, kissing her nephew on the head before leaving to go to her own bedroom. Severus sat with Harry and allowed the boy to tell him everything he was feeling. Once he had all of his feelings off his chest, Severus took over the conversation.

“I understand and know how you’re feeling but please don’t say stuff like that to your aunt. I want you to know that for these nightmares and these feelings, you come tell me, tell me everything that’s on your mind. I felt the things you are feeling now and I get it, and you can trust me when I say that these feelings will pass. You will be happy again, it takes time but you will get there,” Severus explained.

“Will it pass? How can you be so sure?”

“Because I watched people die before me too, I was in your position once, Harry. I saw your mother and father dead and I was upset for a long time. You and your aunt helped me get through that, I may still be a scary professor still but I’m happier now than I have ever been. That is thanks to you and your aunt, you two are responsible for making me happy.”

Harry had thrown his arms around Severus’ shoulders and hugged him tight. The man hugging the boy back just as tight.

“Come on, your aunt is worried about you, let’s go lay with her.” Harry nodded, following his uncle into Y/N’s room where she was curled up on the bed, half asleep. She held out her arms to the pair and waited for them to join her in the bed. The two climbed in with her, Severus behind her and Harry in front of her. She fell asleep sandwiched between her boys, Harry being held tightly by his aunt and Y/N being held tightly by Severus.

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livinlikebailey · 22 days

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Marauders as things my friend group has said

“Sometimes I forget how many dead people there are.” - Sirius @ Regulus during a family history lesson.

“ I’m gonna bite your toes while you’re sleeping,,, nibble, nibble, nibble” - a drunk Barty @ Evan who is ignoring him.

James: Drops phone on his face. James: claps friends theme song. James: picks phone back up like nothing happened.

“I’m a bi guy, a simple bi guy and I am 99% Lilly Evans and 1% Regulus Black.” - James Potter

“ Why do all the cute ones gotta be Deatheaters?” - Rita @ Bellatrix

“Iron chickens do not have iron testicals” - a very drunk Sirius @ an unfortunately sober Remus.

“I have decided that i am a snack it just no one is hungry” - Peter

Marlene: Climbs on train track bridge Dorcas: “Oh you are so fucking dumb, I look away for 2 seconds”

“No bite, no smile!” - Remus @ James who is trying to take a picture of him too close to the full moon.

“If i was there i’d slap her i don't care if she's 9” - Mary to lily after hearing about the shit her sister was doing to her. “James, I am a pussy.” - Peter to James about the forbidden forest.

“I would be James’ sugar bab- AHH!” - Lily about James to Mary.

“I have to go through all my saves and delete the videos of him because he turned out to be a pedophile… Hey! I had a chance with him” - Remus probably at some point.

“Was that CORPSE? Woop!” - Drunk Remus at a party.

Remus: “ughhhh” Sirius: “what?” Remus: “I hurt and I'm dying.” Sirius: “don't die, that's for kids”

Barty : sits up really quick "guys I just swallowed the nail, it's in my throat." Barty: proceeds to cough up the nail

Pandora: shows Regulus a picture she drew "this is cute" Regulus: "you're cute. wait that didn't go how I wanted it to.”

Barty: “RACCOON WORLDS DOMINATION”

Sirius: “Do I look like a freaking rat?” Regulus: ….. Sirius: “Don't answer that”

Effie: hears a song playing from james’ room “I used to listen to this song in grade school.” James: “Oh so it's really old then.”

Remus: "sips coffee stressfully"

Barty: "seductively eats toes"

Evan: "for your next random gift I'll get you a screwdriver Barty: "thanks I'm gonna kill myself with it"

Marlene: whining "mom James got me addicted to cocaine" wait I mean Crack cookies" - Marlene @ Effie

Nymphadora: tries to lick cat. Andromeda: "don't lick the kitty." Dora: proceeds to lick cat.

Barty: "school sh**tings" gives thumbs up

Sirius: shows Remus their high heels Remus: "okay whore" smacks hand over mouth "wait i- that wasn't supposed to come out" Sirius: laughs their ass off

James: yells across the store to mom “mom!" Random person at the checkout: looks at James "I am not mom."

“Effie’s a Milf” - Marlene

“I don't have nothing, other than a few std's” -Remus

“You can eat half a mermaid before you're a cannibal” - Pandora to Regulus

“Probably shouldn't be doing it but we’re definitely going to continue anyway” - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter in sync.

very confused Peter: “leprechauns don't play quidditch.”

Marlene: “like weewoo but not weewoo” exasperated and high off her ass

Sirius: “I like aids”

phone falls off bed Marlene in an Australian accent: "crikey my phone"

“I’m hooked up to so many wires i could connect to hbo on my heart monitor” - Lily on pain killers to James

"I don't think I can lick that, can I?" -Sirius playing goat simulator

watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs and it's at the part where the mayor destroys the machine and James says " I hope you see the error of your ways, you glutton!”

(talking about Cameron Monaghan) the murder child from my chemical romance - Sirius

"Fuckin’ Sirius"- Remus while asleep

Sirius "I've got middle fingers and i'm not afraid to use them" Regulus: "do it" Sirius "I’m a little afraid to use them"

Peter while asleep: groans and sits up fast James: "you okay?" Peter "not really." James: "What's wrong?" Peter: "I'm gonna have to use the loo to solve the thing."

Sirius: "So were you born in 2006, 2007?" Narcissa: "i was born in 2004" Regulus: "i don't mean this in a mean way but wow you are old"

Sirius: "I WANNA HOLD YOU" Remus "NO, LET ME MAKE COFFEE THEN YOU CAN"

Barty: "I'm gonna do a line off your dresser"

Barty: "i have a headache" pauses "and i have 2 more lines to do"

Mary: "I don't have to do acid I have the that back massager that messes with my balance receptor"

Barty: suddenly sits up Regulus: “are you okay” Barty: “i don't know, i'm just gonna go to sleep and try to see what's going on”

Barty: "Why not use a shotgun, it's easier, this is america." (was not in america)

"stop licking the oreos" - Reg @ Barty

"Do i really have to tell you not to mate with the cat"- McGonagall @ the marauders

Remus: “I can feel the brain damage,, and i've got another line”

“MY TRAUMA CAN'T HANDLE THIS!”- Sirius

“Ball licky licky titty croissant” - James trying to learn french from Regulus

“Ooo yay i love being kidnapped!”- Barty probably at some point

“The 3 c's cook, clean, cocktails”- Remus “The 3 b's bake broil blowjobs”- Sirius

“LET ME UPLOAD MY PORN DAMNIT” - Marlene probably

"Dorcas you should be my sugar mommy" - Pandora

"An air whore" Remus

"My skyrim character is Schizophrenic" - James

"I wanna blow up pumpkins, and People!!!!" -Bellatrix

"I can taste it in my eyeballs" - James

"you can't take terrorists to the airport"-Peter

"I'm really bad at swallowing" - Sirius

“you can't fuck a duck, you'd have to seduce it” - Evan

"Hey your boobs are crooked"- Marlene

"i’m sorry, i accused you of taking my grandpa" -Sirius

"im a gay virgin"-Regulus

"duck now motherfucker" Sirius @ James

"i wanna become a rug or everyone does a line of my ashes when i die" - Remus

"you can't be funny while I'm smoking" -Remus @ First year after he walked out the door

"I'm leaving, i don't care that much about being drug free" - Barty

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blitheringmcgonagall · 6 months

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The Very End

31st July 1980

“He looks just like you, sweetie,” Lily said, beaming up at James with a look of pure joy.

James stared again – at Harry’s tiny hands, at his surprising amount of black hair, at the shape of his forehead, at his tiny, cute lips. He rubbed his wet cheeks with the back of his hand.

“He’s far cuter,” he sighed, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, tenderly kissing the top of her head again, like he couldn’t quite believe she was safe.

“He’s gorgeous,” she whispered, holding Harry against her chest, still in a daze.

“I love you both so much, I can’t find enough words…” James said, as though annoyed at himself, and using the front of his T-shirt to wipe his eyes.

“You don’t need to, James,” Lily said.

It didn’t matter that she was more drained than she had ever felt in her life, that she felt worse than she did coming back from Order missions that went awry. Harry was the sweetest thing she had ever seen, and he was their baby. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel such overwhelming love for someone she had just met.

September 1981

“Prongs? Prongs! Pick up your mirror! It’s me. Fuck, Merlin, fuck! I can't... I don't… fuck!"

“Merlin, Pads, calm down! Are you alright? You look like shit. What happened?”

“I think Remus is the spy... fuck! Remus is the spy, I know he is!”

“Don’t be daft.”

“This isn’t a joke, Prongs!”

“Are you out of your mind, Sirius?”

“Don’t get angry, Prongs, I swear it’s the truth.”

“Don’t you dare accuse Moony of-“

“The only people who knew about the Prewetts’ mission were-“

“Fuck off, I’m not listening to your bullshit! Get some sleep, you look exhausted, old chap.”

“I swear to you-“

“And eat something, damn it! And apologise to Moony!”

October 1981

“Pettigrew, you are aware of the concept of a sell-by date?”

“My Lord?”

“Shall I spell it out for my Gryffindor spy? If fresh fruit isn’t consumed by a certain time, it rots and is thrown away.”

“M-my Lord?”

“Find me the Potters, or else!”

🎃🎃🎃🎃

“Prongs! Thank Merlin you picked up! I’m not risking using the mirrors again after today, they have spies everywhere, I feel like someone is watching us right now. I need to be quick!”

“Padfoot, I’m worried about you, you don't sound-“

“Listen to me! I’ve done more research on the Fidelius Charm. If I die, the protection dies with me. We need a back-up plan! They’ll come for me anyway, they’ll presume it’s me, and when they do-”

“Fucking bloody fucking -“

“Shut up and listen! And when they do, they won’t realise I wasn’t the Secret Keeper. You’ll still be safe, a double layer of protection. We need to swap. We need to make Peter the Secret Keeper!”

🎃🎃🎃🎃

“Sirius, we need to talk,” Remus said.

Sirius remained seated, his haunted eyes looking up at him devoid of happiness.

“Yes, we do,” he answered eventually, reluctantly.

“Sirius, I can’t keep doing this, sharing a flat with you knowing that you believe me to be a traitor, that I’m working for Voldemort,” Remus’ voice shook.

Sirius pressed his lips together tightly.

“What do you want me to do?” Sirius said after a long pause.

“I can’t live like this,” Remus said.

There were tears in his eyes and Sirius couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand the part of him that longed to hold Remus tight and believe everything he said.

“What do you want me to do?” Sirius said.

“I… please, Sirius, you must know I would never,” Remus’ voice sounded like he was panicking.

He couldn’t keep doing this, throwing more and more complicated wards around the flat and then lying in bed wondering would Remus let Bellatrix in, or would he be found one day, murdered by his ex-lover in his sleep. It was slowly driving him insane.

“You’re right, we can’t live like this any longer,” Sirius said quietly, digging his nails into his hands to stop him falling apart.

“Sirius, please,” Remus said. “I can explain, I’m not supposed to, but I’ll tell you everything…”

Not so long ago he would have fallen for whatever falsehoods Remus told him, anything to persuade himself that Remus was on their side.

“Don’t bother!” he said, standing up, afraid to even let Remus start to speak, in case he fell for his elaborate stories.

Hadn’t they marvelled for years at how Remus always managed to get away with pranks, the only one never to get caught?

“I don’t want to hear your lies!” he said, trying desperately to keep his voice hard.

“Sirius, you’re not yourself,” Remus whispered.

His halting voice sounding kind, how could it sound so kind, despite Sirius’ words?

“Don’t!” Sirius couldn’t keep the panic out of his own tone. “Don’t try to manipulate me. Get out!”

Remus seemed stunned now. As though he genuinely hadn’t expected this. How?

Remus nodded dumbly and started walking slowly towards his room. Where was Remus going to go? He couldn’t afford to rent anywhere, would the bastard Death – Eaters give him a place to stay, a proper place, or shove him in some hovel and –

“Wait! I’m leaving,” he called out after Remus.

Remus turned around slowly, as though composing himself.

“Pardon?” he whispered.

“I’m going, I can’t stand this place since Prongs left, since Wormy left, it’s not home, I’ll find somewhere else,” he said, throwing on his leather jacket.

“Pardon? Pad- Sirius, I can’t stay here by myself, you know I can’t afford to pay for this,” Remus said, looking at him in utter confusion.

“I don’t want your money, Merlin, fuck!” Sirius said heatedly. “I just don’t want… just stay here… so Moody can keep an eye on you!”

“What will you…?” Remus still looked lost.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what happens to me, Remus,” Sirius said, striding towards James and Lily’s old room and throwing a few of his clothes haphazardly into his black backpack.

“Sirius! Where will you go?” Remus said, and he could see the concerned expression, the worried frown.

He had to get out or he would cave.

“It doesn’t concern you any longer, Lupin,” he said, his throat closing as he tried to speak.

He watched Remus swallow.

“I won’t stop fighting Voldemort or his men, you can tell them that,” he said. “My own miserable life may be falling apart, but I never deserved any better, and that doesn’t matter, not in the greater scheme of things. The show must go on.”

“Seren1,” Remus took one step forward, looking as though he might burst into tears.

“Fuck off, Lupin, leave me alone!” Sirius gasped, frightened at his own weakness, his lack of willpower.

31st October 1981

“Marvellous news, Wormtail,” Voldemort says, griping Peter’s shoulder and causing the small man to nearly faint with shock. “I haven’t felt this elated since I can’t remember when!”

Voldemort looks positively radiant, and Peter…

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#it’s that time of year #marauders #the very end #Halloween 1981 #multiple pov #jily #wolfstar #Lily Evans #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Peter Pettigrew #Voldemort #Severus Snape #Regulus Black #ok but this is the stupid angsty AU #not the actual real happy ending

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months

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for the word asks game, how about "guilt"? or a variation (i.e. "guilty")

have a lovely day! <3

From Long Story Short:

But how was Sirius supposed to look Regulus in the eye without allowing him to see all that he was feeling? He had hidden his emotions for so long now.

He hid the fear he felt every day in that house, if only to try to make Regulus feel a little more at-ease. He would be afraid for them both.

He hid the pain and anguish from the physical and emotional wounds his parents inflicted, because the last thing he wanted was for Regulus to know how bad it was, how much he was dealing with. How he had witnessed torture and death and destruction. One of them should be happy, at least.

He hid the way he constantly second-guessed Regulus’s unwillingness to speak out against their parents, and the way that made him feel unbearably guilty. He should believe in his brother, he should innately know that Regulus was good. But he didn’t. He worried all the time that Regulus would turn out exactly like Walburga or Orion, and that would absolutely destroy Sirius.

He buried the guilt, too. It destroyed him, when he couldn’t protect Regulus. When he’d had to leave, or even when they were younger and he wasn’t able to step in front of his little brother before his mother threw a curse– the guilt was heart-wrenching.

But the worst emotion, the thing that shattered Sirius to his very core and that he worked the hardest to hide, was the relief. When he’d awoken at the Potters last summer and James, Remus, and Peter had told him that he was not to return home, that they would strap him down to the bed for the rest of his days if they had to, he had been so very relieved.

Because he didn’t have to do it anymore. He didn’t have to jump in front of spells or watch people die or listen to screaming or protect anyone else. He could just live.

So how could he look Regulus in the eye and allow him to know that Sirius was so relieved to not have to do all of that anymore, when Regulus was still there?

So he just repeated, looking down at his feet, “You can come with me, Reg. Please come with me.”

But Regulus just scoffed. “I can take care of myself, Sirius.”

#ask #asks #ask cas #marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #the marauders #sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #sirius and regulus #regulus deserved better #the black brothers

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ang3lb1iss · 8 months

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Notre Dame | paris paloma | Part 1 of 2

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: James Potter x F!Bestfriend Reader

Summary: Hogwarts years | You were James’ best friend since first year. Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had started to develop a crush on James, but you refused to act on your feelings due to the fact James only ever had eyes for Lily. Now you're sitting at his funeral, reminiscing about the past and you can't help but feel regret and guilt.

Authors note: This is my first fic /one-shot so forgive me if it isn't that great to read, I just found it fun being able to interpret lyrics into stories about characters I love. The story loosely follows the Marauders scenes in the HP movies. I picture James with either a scouse accent or a really chavvy London accent, but you can picture him however you want. I apologise in advance if the tenses get mixed up, the story is made up of the reader looking back on the past and reliving certain moments.

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‘I'm in the rafters looking down It's cold up here Between walls of stone I made my home’

The church is cold and dim. Especially in the upstairs seating, which is where you are situated. As you try to listen to the speeches full of childhood memories and happier times, you can't help but lose focus and think about the what-ifs and how things could've gone differently. If you had never met James in that cabin on the way to Hogwarts, you wouldn’t be feeling this pain and heartache, but you also wouldn’t have had such a joyful and exciting time at the school. Hindsight is a funny thing after all. “What if it was me and not Lily? Why wasn’t it me? Why did I have to fall for him?” You wonder what the answers to these questions could be, but the harsh truth is that you never will, and you will live with the never-ending ambiguity until the day you die.

‘And the air hangs heavy with the incense Feathers fall from pigeons Cooing in the tower’

Your first year, you remember it all so clearly. You were looking to find a cabin for the journey to Hogwarts, but the majority were filled, and in the rest, there were stone-faced older kids that openly sneered at you anytime you walked past them. Until you found his cabin.

He was the only one in there and you thought that he looked somewhat friendly, so you decided to take a chance. It ended up being one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

He welcomed you in with a bright smile on his face, despite looking like his face would split with how wide his smile was, he asked you the standard questions, “What's your name? What house d’ya think you'll be in? D’ya want to be mates?” Of course, I wanted to be friends with him, I probably would have been miserable without him in my life but then again, I wouldn’t be so heartbroken now. Hindsight is a funny thing after all.

You can recall the way his eyes gleamed when he introduced himself as James. James. Tears sprung to your eyes, making your surroundings go blurry. You can't help but miss the way he proudly said he was a Gryffindor “where dwell the brave at heart” and how Slytherin was full of “evil prats and I'd rather die than be in Slytherin.” You had always admired his pride and how he never let anything upset him too much or for too long.

That is of course until Lily Evans became more vicious and spiteful in her rejections and jabs. Whenever James was insulted by his “Lilyflower” he let it break down his nonchalant persona and let it cut him deeper than any knife ever could. His Lilyflower. The common factor in all your suffering, you couldn’t blame her of course, it wasn’t her fault that a big oaf like James Potter fell in love with her. But it's not like that fact softened the blow in any way.

You decided to stop that train of thought before you cried even harder. Instead, you choose to remember when the Trolley Lady came to the door and being breath taken at the assortment of sweet treats. Upon looking in your purse which was just a pouch, you’d realised that you didn’t have enough to get the Bertie Botts Every flavour Beans that you would've liked, with disappointment quickly replacing your awestruck expression, you had declined and took to looking out the window instead of having to see the trolley taunting you with all its colours and designs.

That’s when you heard him.

“We’ll take the lot of ‘em” you heard him say and you had insisted that he shouldn’t be wasting his money on you, but he simply drowned out your pleas and focused on the shock of the Trolley Lady. He was always so generous.

After much reluctance and countless Thank you’s, you'd decided to have a few cauldron cakes and indulge in a chocolate frog when a small timid boy opened the compartment door and asked if anyone had seen his toad, he introduced himself as Peter Pettigrew and he ended up sitting with the both of you for the rest of the journey while you had pulled out a book to read and ended up falling asleep with your head leaning on the compartment wall.

‘I rarely go down there, the view's just so beautiful from here And I can see everybody at their worst points At their worst points’

You start to remember the moment you openly started looking at James differently. It was the end of third year, and he had just won the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin after declaring during dinner in the great hall that Gryffindor was 100% going to win and he would “wipe his arse with the slithering bastards”.

You also remember his mumbling and moaning about having to go to detention and you remember him being too busy laying his head on your lap when you both were in your dorm and going to sleep while you read a book.

But there he was on his broom hovering above the crowd that had formed to celebrate the win with him. The noise of screams, chants and shouts reverberated across the entirety of the school grounds. The thought of it making you shiver. While James was practically the same shade as the snitch by how brightly his smile was beaming, you were perfectly content with watching him from the Gryffindor stands and away from the chaos that was the Quidditch pitch.

To this day you can still feel the way your heart skipped a beat when he looked up and smiled at you. At least you thought it was at you. You noticed his wet hair, whether it was because of the rain, him sweating or a combination of both, you didn’t care. His curly dark brown hair that normally looked so fluffy and messy that you just wanted to run your hands through it and make it somewhat tidier.

His arms that made his jersey look to be too tight, it made you picture scenarios with him being able to carry you places when you got too tired, fighting someone who tried to hurt you. You are still quite ashamed to admit the times when you got flustered at the thought of him using them to pin you against a wall and having a heated makeout session in a broom cupboard.

Thoughts aside, you had decided to retire to your dorm for a quick nap. The cold can be very tiring. You gathered your things and stood up only to see Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew sat together directly behind you. You hadn't even noticed them while you watched James previously.

Lily and Peter said hello while Remus only managed an awkward tight-lipped smile. You and Remus didn’t become friends until your seventh year when you both bonded over being unrequited lovers. The reason for this being that you always felt like he could see through you. He knew things about people before they even knew it themselves which always made you paranoid that he could see your feelings for James and tell him, and as a result, ruining the best friendship you ever had. At least I don’t need to be paranoid anymore.

Your mind skipped to fifth year, when you were sitting with the Marauders on a warm sunny day, exams had just ended, and you all were just waiting for the results to be calculated. That’s when you heard the boys get up and walk over to a nearby tree. You looked over and saw a mop of stringy black hair and a pale face with an expression of distaste painted on his face. Snivellous,, the foul git.

You had chosen to stay far back enough that you could still see what happens clearly but ensured you weren't too close as to avoid McGonagall's wrath if she were to show up at the scene.

The next thing you knew was that Snivellous was hanging upside down in mid-air. Levicorpus. You remember coming across the charm in the library with Sirius and James while looking for more spells for future pranks. You never got involved in the pranks because you didn’t fancy sitting in a silent room for an hour for detention or, Merlin forbid, whatever task Filch might've issued you with.

There was always a slight rift between you and Sirius because of your refusal to get involved in pranks, he would never have outwardly said it in front of James or Peter because of their loyalty to you, but he disliked how you would only ever consider helping them if James had asked you. You were the only girl in Hogwarts he couldn’t sway with his charm and good looks. And Merlin did it get him jealous. Not that you had noticed back then at least.

You ended that tangent before it made you spiral down a rabbit hole of confusion. You thought back the past, Snape was being held high by none other than James Potter. His fluffy green Slytherin socks and the sparse leg hair upon his dry ashen legs, were left on display for everyone to see. You had wondered what provoked James into performing such a spell. But your question was left unanswered as your attention had gone to Snape being dropped back onto the ground and Lily Evans being called a “Filthy Mudblood.” by her old childhood best friend.

If anger meant seeing red, then James wasn’t seeing anything but of blind rage. “Don’t you dare call her that word you vile, disgusting creature.” There was an array of insults and cussing until Lily had brought him back to his senses. She told Snivellous to piss off and she waited until he was far enough away to round on James and unleash the anger that had been building inside her for years.

You couldn’t hear what she said due to the fact she had put a silencing charm on the area but based off what James whimpered and whined about while he dreamt in your bed with you for comfort, she had probably said something along the lines of “I would rather kill myself then ever be your girl, Potter.” Hindsight is a funny thing after all. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of your heart at the fact that his soul had latched onto Lily and not you, not even giving you a chance.

That was the night you realised that you would never get the guy. You will forever be condemned to loving James Potter. Your life will continue to be tormented with the possibilities that could've happened, the dreams that made you weep with despair and the everlasting longing and desire slowly encasing your heart until it breaks and shatters. James Potter was the light of your life, but he also caused the darkness that it left behind. James Potter was the sun, but now everything has gone dark.

‘I'm not a sadist, I enjoy just being able to be witness of the loneliness and fear I abhor in case there isn't one In case there isn't one’

After that night, after your tragic discovery had become the only thing running through your head. You had pathetically tried to recover the way you saw James before you fell for him. You tried for 2 long years with no luck. He still had your attention and heart, and yet he didn’t realise he had either. So, when the Marauders split for the night, you decided to ask for help.

You were suffocating with the grief and the mourning of what could've been. And you needed someone to help you breathe.

With Peter and Sirius headed to the dorm, James doing his Head-Boy patrols with Lily, it was only you and Remus left in the library, the map and the invisibility cloak set to the side until you both decided to leave. It turns out you didn’t even need to say anything because Remus knew exactly what was going through your head.

He saw the adoration in your eyes when you looked at your best friend, he saw the longing and upset you tried to hide when you heard him constantly talk about marrying Lily and having “Mini Potters” with her. No matter how well you tried, you couldn’t help but subtly display your inner turmoil.

And Remus saw it all.

“You're in love with James, aren't you, I see the way your eyes shine brighter, and your smile gets bigger when he enters the room. But he doesn’t love you back and you know it. I know you know it. And I know you’ve known it for years now. But I know what it's like, it feels like a constant weight on your chest and when they walk in the room, it disappears even if you try to hold it down, but then their presence, their joy, their affection for someone else, drains you, the energy you put in to try make them notice your love just gets brushed away until eventually it leaves you so empty that you become a hollow shell of the person that fell for them all that time ago.”

“I can't tell you how to get rid of it simply because I don’t know how to, but I can offer you some advice that I should've taken before it was too late. Leave, Leave them alone. Leave their life. It'll suck balls for the first while I'm sure but by staying you're degrading yourself. All your insecurities and the suffering you're facing now will pass. This is doomed love sweetheart. You're slowly breaking down. Leave. Before you can't piece yourself together again.”

And with that he leaves the library.

How are you supposed to leave his life? How are you supposed to keep him out of yours? The questions won't stop plaguing your mind, do you take Remus's advice and move on, or do you ignore him and feel your heart pull and crack every time you see him. The choice will be the most difficult one you will ever make and yet it’s the one that needs to be made.

You walk into potions the next day, you thought that it would help make a choice if you avoided him for a day as a trial. Instead of sitting in your normal seat, you walked over and sat beside a Ravenclaw who you believed was called Pandora.

The Marauders walked in and sat at their tables; you avoided James’ gaze when you looked over to you in confusion, but Remus diverted his attention elsewhere. You had inwardly thanked Remus for helping you out.

As the lesson went on everything got worse and your decision became clearer and clearer.

Since the year started, James had started to think twice about the pranks, he acted more mature in general and overall started becoming a man. All of this was for Lily of course. You couldn’t help but ask yourself if he would do the same thing for you if he chose you in the first place.

You were taking notice of all the little things that you're usually too delusional to notice.

How every time he made a joke or laughed; he would glance at Lily. You could feel your heart in your throat.

How he would wink and smirk at her when he got an answer correct. A tear forms in your eye.

How he would look over at her to make sure she understood the topic. Another tear forms.

How he whispers the answer in her ear if she doesn’t know it. Another one

How he shines with pride when Professor Slughorn appraises her. Another.

More tears form until you couldn’t stop them anymore. Thankfully the class was dismissed, and you quickly left before the tears fell and left a salty trail down your cheek. A representation of your life back then. Although in thinking that you can't help but notice that it didn’t get any better. Hindsight is a funny thing after all.

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happy birthday, james potter!

the random number generator and i have collaborated to create a lovely selection of unhinged pairings for your enjoyment…and to unleash chaos in your memory 😈

🦌 james/gregorovich

🦌 james/seamus finnegan

🦌 james/alphard black

🦌 james/thomas riddle sr. (tom sr.’s father)

🦌 james/the grey lady

🦌 james/phineas nigellus black

🦌 james/fred weasley

🦌 james/lavender brown

omg cheers anon - and sorry to my king james potter that this is late. but, let's be real, what are you going to do about it, you're dead.

mykew gregorovich/james potter

james and sirius very much have the vibes of lads who went full brits-abroad in whichever european city gregorovich is based in, got steaming drunk, and lost all their possessions.

can't get home without a wand, can you? and you've got no hope of getting back to london the muggle way [especially if you're stuck behind the muggle iron curtain]. luckily gregorovich is willing to give up a couple of free wands in exchange for... something.

seamus finnegan/james potter

complete flop. james calls it "londonderry" and seamus breaks his nose.

alphard black/james potter

i actually kind of back this. my preferred view of alphard is that he's both a bit of an adventurer and that he's a "confirmed bachelor". james and sirius one hundo went drinking with him and were gagged by his wild stories, so why shouldn't james be gagged by him in another sense?

james potter/tom riddle sr.

as i will point out to anyone who'll listen, tom riddle jr. is a full-on simp for james [he devotes so much time in canon to waxing lyrical about james' lovely spine - he wishes wormtail could stand up that straight].

i always find it amusing to presume that many of voldemort's more voldemort-y characteristics come from his dad [it's just funnier to imagine quite how strong those muggle genes are - and just how much that knowledge would bother him], and i am more than willing to include a weakness for messy-haired twunks among those.

james would be into it because - like harry - he likes his men tall, thin, and with great cheekbones. and also because - had he lived - you just know tom sr. would have been a rich dilf.

james potter/helena ravenclaw

in canon, the grey lady is an extremely unfriendly hottie, which we all know from snape's worst memory is exactly what james likes in his women.

phineas nigellus black/james potter

if magical paintings can be semi-sentient, the same must be true for any form of magical artwork, meaning that the doodle sirius drew of a topless james professing his love for him [which he then hid in his sock draw so kreacher couldn't out him to walburga] immediately absconded from the page and went on the prowl...

phineas nigellus is famously not an ethical man, and he clearly also finds being a portrait a bit dull. why wouldn't he take advantage of a situation which stumbles so willingly into his lap...?

james potter/fred weasley

gotta do something to pass the time in the afterlife! and complaining about much you both hate severus snape is great foreplay.

lavender brown/james potter

flopping. james has had enough of fucking prophecies, especially ones made by sybill trelawney, and he'd rather die all over again than listen to lavender talk about how much she adored her and how divination is definitely a good and real thing.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #jamie p edition

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